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Clotilde rushed out of the house, carrying her boy and tugging her girl by the ear. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. I believe that the common report was that you and your sister had come to Paris to study painting. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. F.
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